#like she loved Beatles fanfics (don’t ask do not ask idk I didn’t read past the titles)

[pixlokita]

I feel like ? I gotta remind people it’s ok to unfollow a blog when it upsets you in any way >> like if I ever do that sure, you can let me know if it was anything I did personally I’d appreciate it but if you just don’t enjoy something it’s ok to unfollow ;w; can’t stress enough how important it is to put your mental health first 👌

[pauls-broken-a-glass65]

hey anna! i hope you’re doing alright! do you know any good fanfics of paul (*cough* 80s/90s if possible *cough*) you could recommend? i’ve been dying for some good reading material but i don’t know where to start ;; thank youuu!!! <3

My dear "anon"....

You're talking to the biggest fanfic lover you've ever met.

Well, in my bio, there's a direct link to my Wattpad. There, I made some lists with my favorite fics, but.... I'll say here my favorites (the ones I'm reading for the 72729 time):

ALL the fics contain smut (sex), but I guess you don't really care about that, right?😏

"Temporary Secretary":

(The title says a lot. It's a kind of P.O.V (you're in the story). I'm reading it right now, it's one of my favorites. 80s Paul.......)

"Temporary Secretary":

(No, it's not the same story. I mean, almost. That "temporary secretary" thing is the same but different from the first one, passion turns into love. Besides the story is complete, it has a great plot, it's my favorite. 80s Paul....)

"Maybe I'm Amazed":

(This is my favorite too, for some reason I don't want to admit it (teacher - student). Also in the 80s, in a very alternative reality, the Beatles were never famous.

Each of them was a teacher of a different discipline at a school. On their days off, they all played in a pub (since they weren't famous) for fun. In short: The favorite and most participative student and her favorite teacher end up having something in common: love for each other. You'll like that, believe me.....😏

"1980s Collection":

Consider this a surprise for you, maybe a gift.....

"Sweet Young Thing":

Okay, how about something in the 80s, Paul is married to a very strict woman with his daughter (he is her stepfather), he falls in love with her daughter and her daughter, falls in love with him but even though she is mistreated by her mother, she likes her and don't want to hurt her.

The "problem" is: Her mother discovers their romance and leaves, leaving a note for her daughter, but instead of handing it over, Paul hides it. How will the daughter's reaction be when she finds the note? Will they be together?

I hope you are prepared to suffer together with them but it's worth it.

"Like Mother, Like Daughter":

What can I summarize:

A love from the past VS A love from the present.

Also in the 80s, Paul is a teacher (I really love him with this profession, sorry) who decides to surrender to the charms of the student who always liked him.

The most serious "problem": When he goes to meet the student's family, he discovers that her mother was a love from his past.

What ends up happening: he starts an affair with the student's mother and doesn't tell the student anything, who thinks that he still likes her.

Which one will he stay with?

That was one of the first fics I read of him.

"Treat Her Gently":

The first time is something important, right? Mainly for a girl.

80s. A girl works for the McCartneys and Linda McCartney wants to travel with all the family but needs to make sure the house is safe while everyone else is gone. Linda entrusts this girl with the task of taking care of the house, but something unexpected happens while everyone is away and the girl is in the house alone: ​​Paul returns earlier than expected.

Not telling much of the story (not finished): How would you react if Paul McCartney took your virginity by being the kindest of men? What if soon after, Paul acted as if nothing had happened and asked you not to tell anyone, especially Linda?

That was the first fic I've read of him.

Well, as you can see, unfortunately there are few fics with Paul in the 80s and I didn't find any in the 90s.

I'm actually thinking about writing something, idk.......

Well I usually have very interesting dreams about Paul and I wrote them on Wattpad (link in my bio), but recently I had other dreams about 90s Paul but I don't know if you're interested.....😏

Anyway, enjoy!

[mydemimonde]

‘muse’: ch. 1 | matt (bbtl)

matt x oc fanfic

warnings: none!

a/n: this will obviously be divided in chapters, but idk how many lmao. hope you enjoy!

CHAPTER 1

Luton, 1981.

“Why do you have to leave? Why can’t you stay with us?” he asked, almost crying. His best friend was leaving them for good, they won’t be able to see her again.

“I’m sorry Javed. My dad found a job in Liverpool and we have to move. I don’t want to, but I have to” Mia answered trying to comfort her friend.

“You could stay in my house. My mum would love to have you living with us…” Javed muttered the last words, looking down at his feet.

Mia smiled. He was such a nice guy. “I know she would. I would too. But Liverpool isn’t that far! I could come to visit you in summer” she assured him, looking at the brunette boy next to Javed. “Right, Matt?”

He was surprisingly quiet, which was kind of unusual, since he was the one who talked the most among the three of them. In fact, he hasn’t said a word since Mia broke the news to them.

“How far is it?” Javed was now looking at her, with an expression full of hope.

“I’m not entirely sure, like… 2 hours? 3 hours?”

“3 hours and 36 minutes to be exact” Matt sounded angry. But well, he finally said something. He turned around to go to his house, he couldn’t stand this situation anymore. He was pissed.

“Matt, where are you going?” she grabbed his arm, but he let go of her grip. Mia looked at him, worried. “Matt?”

“Leave me alone” he answered, running to the door.

- - - - - - - 

Luton, six years later.

It’s good to be back Mia thought, looking through the window of the car. The sky was blue with a few clouds, and the breeze was a little bit chilly. She missed this. She missed her hometown.

Her father parked the car outside the house and sighed. “Ladies and gentlemen, we’re back in this hole” Susie punched his arm. “Ouch! Why was that for?”

“Don’t say that. This is your hometown!”

“That doesn’t deny the fact that this city is awful” his wife laughed. “Now, let’s get out things out of this old car” they got out of it and Oliver opened the boot.

“C’mon silly, let’s help mum and dad” her older sister Nellie said and both got out of the car as well. Mia grabbed the box that said ‘Mia’s things – FRAGILE!!’ and put it on the floor, next to the door. Their house was in the same neighbourhood they used to live in six years ago. Everything was the same, and she hoped their old neighbours were still there. Especially two of them.

“The boxes won’t get out of the car themselves” her sister playfully pushed her and laughed.

“Do you think that Javed and Matt are still living here?” Mia asked. Nellie shrugged. “I mean, Javed for sure, we know his family. But Matt?” they grabbed the last two boxes while Susie opened the door and entered.

“Oh, now that’s the real question” she wiggled her eyebrows. Mia furrowed.

“What do you mean?” she grabbed her own box and entered the house.

“Don’t act like you don’t know, don’t play with me” Nellie was carrying her own big box, full of books. “You know exactly what I mean. Mia and Matt sitting in the tree k-i-s-s-i-n-g!” she started to sing and Mia rolled her eyes.

“I was fucking 8 years old!” her mother yelled ‘watch your language’ from the kitchen. “Sorry! I was 8 years old Nellie, my crush on him is part of the past”

“Aha, then why did you blush when I started singing?” Mia rolled her eyes again. She was in love with Matt since they were 8, but never told him. Why though? She was sure he would never return the feelings.

“Girls, your rooms are upstairs. Do you think you’d need help to carry the boxes there?” asked their dad. He was panting from all the heavy boxes he carried from the car to the house.

“Nope, I think we’re good” Mia said, offering his dad her water bottle. Nellie and Mia took their stuff and went upstairs.

“Anyways, are you sure you don’t feel anything for Matt?”

Mia sighed. “I told you, no.”

“What a shame, you two would make a beautiful and annoying couple” Mia gave her a ‘I will kill you’ look and Nellie laughed. “Do you want help to unpack?” sometimes, Nellie can truly be a pain in the ass sometimes, but she’s always willing to help her little sister.

“I’m good Nellie, thank you” she gave her a thumb up and closed her bedroom door. As she started to unpack her things, she began to think. What would Matt and Javed be doing now? Are they still friends? Are they still living in the neighbourhood? Is Matt still obsessed with the idea of being a musician? Is Javed still pursuing his dreams of being a writer?

 - - - - - - - 

After helping her parents unpack and taking a long and relaxing bath, Mia run downstairs and met with her mother, who was baking some cookies. She grabbed a chocolate bar from the cupboard and her denim jacket, decorated with pins and patches of her favourite bands.

“You’re going outside, my love?” asked her mother while putting some frosting on top of the cookies.

“I was about to. Do you need help?” the cookies looked and smelled delicious, like everything her mum baked.

“No sweetie, thank you. Enjoy the walk” Mia smiled and kissed her mum on the cheek. She waved goodbye to his father, who was reading the newspaper and went outside. She expected to see Mr Evans or Mrs Hudson with her triplets, who would be all grown up now.

The little square in the neighbourhood was still the same, the purple swing she loved when little was still there. Some kids were running, others playing and laughing while their parents watched. Memories of her, Matt and Javed playing there came to her mind. She remembered one specific summer day, when there was a big storm coming and they were forbidden to go outside. Still, they managed to sneak out of their houses and went to the park.

Just before the storm started, they were found by their angry and worried parents, who grounded them for almost two weeks. The punishment was not seeing each other for those weeks, and it was a torture for them. They were truly inseparable.

Mia was finishing her chocolate bar when she saw a young man with his Walkman park his bicycle outside his house. She recognized him instantly. There he is she thought. She went after him. “Hey stranger” the teenage got his headphones off and turned around. He frowned and smirked.

“Mia?” he slowly approached her and when she nodded, he embraced her. “I missed you so much! What are you doing here?”

“Well we moved back here” she looked at him. He was now a tall young man, but with a worried expression on his face. She immediately thought about his family’s struggles with job and money.

“Did your dad lose his job?”

“No, no he didn’t, he was transferred back here” she put her hands in her pocket and smiled at him. Such a long time without seeing him.

“That’s so cool! Seriously, we missed you. Look at you, you’re all grown up!”

“You too J! You look like a college student already” they laughed. “How’s your family?”

He shrugged. “It’s getting hard for us to make ends meet, but we’re fine”.

They sat on the curb and talked about what they did in those six years of not seeing each other, about their families, and how Liverpool seemed cooler than Luton.

“I assure you J, it’s a nice city but only because the Beatles were born there” she laughed. They loved the Beatles when they were children, they used to sing Let It Be on rainy days. Mia smiled at the memory and turned to Javed. “J, you and Matt are still friends, right?”

“We are, but I don’t see him much often. He dropped school last year”

“He did what?!” that was strange. Matt was eccentric like his father, but this was another lever of eccentricity.

“He wants to focus on his career as a musician, so he dropped school and now he has a band”

“That’s cool, but how did his father agree to his decision?”

“You know how he is; it didn’t take a lot to convince him. Like father like son” he rolled his eyes and she giggled. “Are you… uhm… still in love with…”

“Nope. It was just a teenage crush, and I haven’t seen him in years”

“Ow. You two would make a lovely couple” he pouted as she punched his arm playfully. A car was being parked in front of Javed’s house, music was playing loud from the speakers. “Oh, look”. A young boy with a mullet and black jacket got out of it, waved goodbye to his friends and made his way to the door of his house as the car drove away. “Matt!” Javed stood up and waved his hand. Mia got on her feet, standing a little nervous next to her friend.

Matt turned and smiled. “’Ello J!” he run to him and gave him a hug. Then he turned to the girl next to Javed, checking her out. “Mind to introduce me to this lovely lady, Javed?” Mia gulped. She didn’t know why she was so nervous.

“You don’t need that; you know her already” Matt frowned. “Oh man, you don’t remember Mia?”

Matt’s eyes were wide open. “What?!” his expression of surprise changed quickly into a happy one. “Mia! Come ‘ere love” he immediately wrapped his arms around her. She returned the hug, shocked.

Oh.

Maybe her feelings for him hasn’t changed. Not one bit.